Once a year (fall's version is the main one, which is why I refer to it as once a year, since it's the most important), something so grandeur comes along that it fills me with such emotion that I'm pulled in several directions and don't know how to react. Should I yippee with glee? Should I cry while waving my hands hands in front of my face like a pageant queen who "can't believe she won"? Nah...I choose to get so offensively angry b/c all of these ladies are about to be simply handed some of the most exquisite items that Oprah Winfrey deems gift-worthy while acting like total buffoon idiots (even though I totally would too...besides the point).
If you haven't gathered yet...today was Oprah's Favorite Things!
I've devised a foolproof (even though obv not since the producers have developed their own plan) plan:
- Become best friends w/Oprah Winfrey
- or...her best friend...JOOOHN Tra-VOLTAAA!
- Have above mentioned Oprah Winfrey invite me to her Favorite Things Show
- Bring boyfriend/husband with me so that I can have 2 of everything since, of course, he will want none of what is given
- Go home, use all of my gifts, and die happy
Sidenote: I'm so GD sick of these car commercials that sing Christmas songs with the word "duh"!! Just stop it already, it's not even clever!
**Trying to come up w/a sign-off...have any ideas, let me know :)
1 comment:
I want to act like an idiot on Oprah too! Maybe we can befriend TomCat, Julia Roberts, or her actual best friend Gayle (or is it Gail. . .either way, who cares).
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